"Welcome to Karisor, Prime Arys," she welcomed as we reached the large gates.
They are made of stone, with deep carving done on them. These carvings are beautiful. Showing the images of gardens with people working on them.
If one focuses on them deeply. One would be able to sense a faint power of law through them.
"Our founder herself had carved those designs on the gates. You will see many such things inside," she said as we flew through the massive gates.
I don’t want to enter inside. It’s a powerful organisation.
It is a Silver Prime organization, and they have a Golden Prime, like Tor. However, unlike Tor, their Golden Prime hadn’t been seen for centuries.
Which is not surprising.
Golden Primes are peak powerhouses, and it was not that rare for them to disappear for a millennium before suddenly appearing.
There are Silver Prime’s in the organization. If they find something suspicious, it will be extremely hard to get away from them.
So, I will enjoy their hospitality, but will leave as soon as possible.
I planned to stay hidden for a few months or more, depending on how the world reacts to the news, and how it would react. The news is too big not to.
I think it would take a week to a month before the news of the realm spreads.
Including the massive resources that we have brough with us. Everyone had been asked to be careful, divulging the news about the realm, but I don’t think it will remain hidden for long.
Especially, seeing how long these people have been in the realms. Hiding would be the last thing they would want to do—especially the primes.
"You have a beautiful organisation, Prime Marya," I praised, and it’s not a lie.
The beautiful buildings, the lush greenery, and the carvings. They are everywhere, but not all seem to be carved by their leader. Not because they don’t have the power of laws in it.
Many of them do, but because it’s easy to recognise the ones done by their founder and the ones that aren’t, despite many of them being identical.
Soon, we appeared in front of a grand nine-story building. It’s more like a palace.
It appeared to be the administrative centre of the organisation, with many people of all levels below the prime coming and going through it.
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"There are a lot of Primes who want to meet you. It’s not every day we get Primes from a different world," she said. "I am happy too," I replied with a smile.
It is the last thing I want to do, but declining arouses the suspicion, and it is the last thing I want to do.
We walked through the grand hallways, lined with valuable art pieces and some that seemed to have some meaning to the organisation.
I looked at every piece as I walked with her.
While I don’t want to be here, since I am, I am looking at everything. Every organisation has a culture. Especially, the one that is as old as this one.
A few minutes later, we reached large iron doors. Two Sky Sovereigns standing by it bowed before pushing open the door.
She walked inside, I walked with her. Entering a massive hall, laid with a large fresco.
In the centre is a large white stone table with twenty-four seats on it. It looks quite small, compared to the whole hall. Though not when looking at the people sitting there.
There are five of them; they saw us walking in.
They looked at me and looked at the flashing runes on my body, which are changing every second, with my aura fluctuating from strong to weak.
This fluctuation is now weaker compared to when Prime Marya saw me the first time.
"Everyone, this is Prime Arys," she introduced.
"I have heard so much about you, Prime Arys," said the thin bald green skin with horns. "So, have I, Grerus," I replied to the man.
He is the strongest of all six of them; a Peak Prime, with a powerful variation of the Law of Fire.
She introduced me to the others before we sat down on the bench.
"Prime Marya, tell us that you have come to our organisation from the realm?" asked the old wolf beastman. "That’s right," I replied.
"You are very lucky, Prime Arys. Most of the time, a malfunction in spatial path sent one to the space sea, where Prime, like us, couldn’t survive," he replied.
I am a little surprised. He knew about that, I shouldn’t be. Carter must have spread the news.
"Yes. I just hope Prime Arys had been fine as well," I said, looking at the old man. She is, she too had been sent to a realm and returned to Taurus, a year ago," he replied.
"I am relieved," I replied.
"So, what kind of realm was it you went to?" asked the Stone woman, who looked to be seventeen. "It was a large realm, dangerous one with a very hard way to get out," I replied, truthfully.
The truth is always better than a lie.
"Then you must have gathered a lot of resources?" asked the old man. "Of course," I replied confidently and brought out the resources.
I could not say no, that will only make them even more curious. So, I brought out resources.
They all are rare, but not rare enough for them to want to kill me. Rare enough, that they would want to trade with me.
"These are quite good resources," said Prime Marya. "I am open to trade for them," I replied with a smile.
"What do you need?" asked Grerus. "A lot of things," I replied, and a long list of things appeared in front of me. I have many things, but there is always space for most.
Some of these resources I need now, while some I might need in the future.
If the realm taught me anything, it is to always stay prepared. As we all know, when one gets thrown into the realm, it is very hard to get out.